Wir wollen mit Ihnen und für Wir wollen mit Ihnen und für Sie singenSie singen

Folk- und Gospelkonzert

Folk- und Gospelkonzert

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Five hundred milesFive hundred milesIf you miss the train I'm on, You will know that I am gone, You can hear the whistle blow one hundred miles.One hundred miles, one hundred miles, one hundred miles, one hundred miles,you can hear the whistle blow one hundred miles.

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four,Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home.Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, Five hundred miles, five hundred milesLord, I'm five hundred miles from my home.

Not a shirt on my back, Not a penny to my name.Lord, I can't go at home this-a way.This-a way, this-a way, This-a way, this-a way,Lord, I can't go at home this-a way.

If you miss the train I'm on, You will know that I am gone,You can hear the whistle blow one hundred miles.One hundred miles, one hundred miles, one hundred miles, one hundred miles,You can hear the whistle blow one hundred miles.

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Dos Kelbl / Dona donaDos Kelbl / Dona donaOn a wagon bound for market there's a calf with a mournful eye high above him there's a swallow winging swiftly through the sky. How the winds are laughing they laugh with all their might laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summer's night

Ref: Dona dona dona, dona dona dona dona, don Dona dona dona, dona dona dona dona, don

Stop complaining, said the farmer who told you a calf to be? Why don't you have wings to fly with like the swallow so proud and free? How the winds are laughing they laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summer's night

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered never knowing the reason why But who ever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly .How the winds are laughing they laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summer's night

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Aus gutem GrundAus gutem GrundRef: Ein Wort, das den Anfang macht. Ein Wort, das aus Gott erwacht. Ein Wort, das entscheidet. Ein Wort dabei bleibt es.

Nicht mit halbem Herzen, nicht nur irgendwie,Was heißt hier: lebendig? Schnee schmilzt keinen Schnee.

Nicht mit halbem Herzen, nicht nur irgendwie.Was ist wirklich kräftig? Schwacher Mut trägt nie.

Nicht mit halbem Herzen, nicht nur irgendwie.Wie wird Stumpfes schärfer? Was tut nicht mehr weh?

Nicht mit halbem Herzen, nur aus gutem Grund.lebendig, kräftig, schärfer. Mit Herz und Tat und Mund.

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Lobe den Herrn meine SeeleLobe den Herrn meine Seele1. Lobe den Herrn meine Seele, und seinen heiligen Namen. Was er dir Gutes getan hat, Seele, vergiss es nicht, Amen.

2. Lobe, lobe den Herrn, lobe den Herrn meine Seele. Lobe, lobe den Herrn, lobe den Herrn meine Seele.

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KumbayahKumbayahRef: Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya, Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya, oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone´s singing Lord, kumbaya, someone´s singing Lord, kumbayaSomeone´s singing Lord, kumbaya, oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone´s praying Lord, kumbaya, someone´s praying Lord, kumbayaSomeone´s praying Lord, kumbaya, oh Lord, kumbaya

Kumbaya my Lord, …

Someone´s crying Lord, kumbaya, someone´s crying Lord, kumbayaSomeone´s crying Lord, kumbaya, oh Lord, kumbaya

Someone´s sleeping Lord, kumbaya, someone´s sleeping Lord, kumbayaSomeone´s sleeping Lord, kumbaya, oh Lord, kumbaya

Kumbaya my Lord, …

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We’ll fly you toWe’ll fly you toWe'll fly you to the promised land to the promised land. We'll fly you to the promised land to the promised land. And the answer will be when he gives us the keyAnd the answer will be in the promised land.

Come and spread your wings. Fly to the promised land. Hi de hi de hi I hope you’ll understand. If you're standing in the queue he's really gonna like the look of you. Oh….. Fly to the promised land. Fly to the promised land.

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Swing lowSwing lowRef: Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, comin' for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, an’ what did I see,Comin' for to carry me home,A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home.

If you get there before I do,Comin' for to carry me home,Jes’, tell my friends that I'm a comin' too,Comin' for to carry me home.

I’m sometimes up an sometimes down,Comin' for to carry me home,But still my soul feels heavenly boun’Comin' for to carry me home,

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Put your handPut your handRef: Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water; Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea. Take a look at yourself and you can look at others differently, By putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.

Every Time I look into the holy book I wanna trembleWhen I read about the part where the carpenter cleared the templeCause the buyers and the sellers were no different fellows than what I profess to be,And it causes me pain to know we’re not the people we should be.

Mama taught me how to pray before I reached the age of seven,When I'm down on my knees, that's when I'm close to heaven.Daddy lived his life with two kids and a wife; you do what you must doBut he showed me enough of what it takes to get you through.

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Rock a my soulRock a my soulRef: Rock-a my Soul in the bosom of Abraham Rock-a my Soul in the bosom of Abraham Rock-a my Soul in the bosom of Abraham Oh, rock-a my soul

I may be weak – rock-a my soulBut thou art strong – thou art strongI’m leaning on – leaning onI’m leaning on – leaning on, I’m leaning..

My God is glad – rock-a my soulMy sin set free – sin set freeI’m going home – going homeI’m going home – going home, I’m going

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Go down, MosesGo down, MosesRef: Go down, Moses, way down in Egypt's Land. Tell ol' Pharaoh, Let my people go.

When Israel was in Egypt's Land, Let my people go, Oppressed so hard they could not stand, Let my people go.

Thus spoke the Lord, bold Moses said, Let my people go, If not, I'll smite your first-born dead, Let my people go.

No more shall they in bondage toil, Let my people go, Let them come out with Egypt's spoil, Let my people go.

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It’s me, oh LordIt’s me, oh LordRef: It's me, It's me, It's me, oh Lord. standing in the need of prayer. It's me, It's me, It's me, oh Lord. standing in the need of prayer.

Not my brother, nor my sister, but it's me oh Lord. Standing in the need of prayerNot my brother, nor my sister, but it's me oh Lord. Standing in the need of prayer

Not the pastor, nor the deacon, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.Not the pastor, nor the deacon, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.

Not my father, nor my mother, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.Not my father, nor my mother, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.

Not the stranger, nor my neighbour, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.Not the stranger, nor my neighbour, but it's me oh Lord, standing in the need of prayer.

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Oh happy dayOh happy day- Oh happy day - Oh happy day -When Jesus walked - When Jesus walked - When Jesus walked -Oh happy day - Oh happy day

He taught me how to walk fight and pray - Fight and prayAnd he’s rejoicing every day - Every day!

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Skye boat songSkye boat songRef: Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, “Onward” the sailors cry; Carry the lad that's born to be King over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar, thunderclaps fill the air;Baffled our foes, stand by the shore, follow they will not dare.

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep, ocean's a royal bed.Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep, watch by your weary head.

Burned are our homes, exile and death, scatter the loyal men;Yet, ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.

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Ye JacobitesYe JacobitesRef: Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear Ye Jacobites by name, your faults I will proclaim Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear, you shall hear. Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear.

What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the lawWhat is right and what is wrong by the lawWhat is right and what is wrong, my short sword or my longA weak arm or a strong for to draw, for to draw …

What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?What makes heroic strife famed afar?What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knifeOr haunt the parent's life with bloody war, with bloody war …

Then let your schemes unload in the state, in the stateThen let your schemes unload in the stateThen let your schemes unload, adore the rising sunAnd leave a man undone to his fate, to his fate ...

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Lord oft he danceLord oft he danceRef: Dance, dance, wherever you may be, I am the lord of the dance, said he. And I lead you all, wherever you may be, and I lead you all in the dance, said he.

I danced in the morning when the world was begun, I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun, I came down from heaven and Idanced on earth, at Bethlehem I had my birth.

I danced for the scribe and the Pharisee, they would not dance, theywouldn't follow me, so I danced for the fishermen James and John,come with me and the dance went on.

I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame, the holy people they said it was aShame, they whipped and they stripped and they hung me high, left me there on a cross to die.

I danced on a Friday when the sky turned black, it's hard to dance with the devil in your back, they buried my body, they thought I’dGone, but I am the dance and I still go on.

They cut me down and I leapt up high, I am the life that’ll never, never die, and I'll livein you if you'll live in me, I am the Lord of the dance, said he.

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Loch LomondLoch LomondBy yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomondwhere me and my true love were ever wont to gae,on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

Ref: Oh! Ye'll take the high road, and I'll take the low road, and I'll be in Scotland afore ye, but me and my true love will never meet again, on the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.

'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,on the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond,where in purple hue the highland hills we view,an’ the moon coming out in the gloaming.

The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,an’ in sunshine the waters are sleeping.But the broken heart it kens, nae second spring again,tho’ the waeful may cease frae their greeting.

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Fish come inFish come inRef: Fish come in, go down to cha cha town, hey cha cha fill me kettle Fish come in, go down to cha cha town, hey cha cha ballahoo

Bring the pot and the pan, the bottle and the can, hey cha cha fill me kettlegonna bake ‘em and boil ‘em and fry ‘em and broil ‘em and make ‘em into stew

Cook ‘em in the pan, feed your man, eight pieces at the timetake the big steel drum, everybody come, we make music tonight

Lucy get on the table, feet go flat, she start to do the bamboola,when she concentrate, she make a figure eight, and she's never even been to school

Oh, we got a brand new governor, he just got into townhe's the son of a monkey and a talking crow and he's bold and fat and round

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Take me home tonightTake me home tonightTake me disappearing through the morning light, down the foggy ruins of a better time,far from all the darkness the moon is shining bright,would you take me home tonight?

Take me to the river, play a song for us, sing it in the evening, when the moon isout to trust, will you stay with me, until we will die,would you take me home tonight?

Ref: Take me home tonight, over hills and valleys down the waterside. Take me home tonight, would you take me home tonight?

I dreamed about the girl, who's been waiting for so long, letters that I've writtenfar away from home, these endless days are over, now I can see the light,would you take me home tonight?

You've got a way to keep my mind on your side, for all the love for you, thatI can't hide, from all the darkness to the morning light,all the love for you that I can’t hide.

Unsere „Folk-Hits“

Unsere „Folk-Hits“

Country roadsCountry roadsAlmost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River. Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, growing like a breeze.

Ref: Country roads, take me home, to the place, I belong! West Virginia, Mountain Momma, take me home, country roads.

All my mem’ries, gather round her, miners lady, stranger to blue water. Dark and dusty, painted on the sky, misty taste of moonshine,teardrop in my eye.

I hear her voice in the morning hour, she calls me, the radio reminds me of my home far away, and drivin’ down the road I get a feeling, that I should have been home yesterday, yesterday.

Unsere „Folk-Hits“

I like the flowersI like the flowersI like the flowers, I like the daffodils.

I like the mountains, I like the rolling hills,

I like the fireside, when the light is low. Dam, da dam, dam da dam Dam, da dam, dam da dam

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Cotton fieldsCotton fieldsWhen I was a little baby my mother rocked me in the cradle,in them old, old cotton fields at home :|

Ref: Oh, when them cotton bolls get rotten you couldn’t pick very much cotton, in them old, old cotton fields at home. It was down in Louisiana, just about a mile from Texarkana, in them old, old cotton fields at home.

It may sound a little funny but you didn’t make a much moneyin them old, old cotton fields at home :|

I was home in Arkansas people ask me, what you come here forIn them old, old cotton fields at home :|

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Hit the roadHit the roadRef: Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. Hit the road, Jack, and don't you come back no more.

Oh woman, oh woman, don't treat me so mean you're the meanest old woman that I've ever seen I guess if you say so, I‘ll have to pack my things and go.

Now baby, listen, baby, don't ya treat me this-a way cause I'll be back on my feet some day don't care if you do, 'cause it's understood you ain't got no money, you just ain't no good well, I guess if you say so, I‘ll have to pack my things and go.

Unsere „Folk-Hits“

Highland CathedralHighland CathedralRef: Du bess die Stadt, op die mer all he stonn, du häs et uns als Pänz schon aanjedonn. Du häs e herrlich Laache em Jeseech. Du bess die Frau, die Rotz un Wasser kriesch. Jrau ding Hoor un su bunt di Kleid, du häs Knies en der Bud, doch de Näjele rut. Jrell jeschmink un de Fott jet breit, e Jlöck, dat deer dat all jot steit.

Du bess die Stadt, …

Frech wie Dreck, doch et Hätz ess jot, e klei bessje verdötsch, met nix jet am Hot, jot jelaunt, dat et bal schon nerv, all dat hammer vun dir jeerv.

Du bess die Stadt, …

Du bess die Stadt am Rhing, däm jraue Strom,, du bess verlieb en dinge staatse Dom, du bess en Jungfrau un en ahle Möhn,. Du bess uns Stadt un du bess einfach schön. Du bess uns Stadt un du bess einfach schön.

Unsere „Folk-Hits“

Kut jot heimKut jot heimMir wünsche üch ne Engel för d‘r Heimwäg, mir wünsche üch ne Engel för de Naach,ne dritte Engel, dat ehr fröh am Morje sitt ohne Kopping dankbar fruh und waach.Mir wünsche üch drei Engel för zu wähsele, damet die och ens Fierovend han.Et künnt ja sin, manch einer, dä fängk morje alt widder mit dem jecke Spillche an.

Ref: Kutt jot heim, Lückcher jot Naach dräumt jot bis morje, Lückcher jut Naach

Vergeßt nit Lück, ehr möht die Öhrcher spetzte,en Engelsharf mäht nur janz leis „Schrum, schrum“Jeweß mer künnte off ne Engel bruche met Schellebaum und met ner decke Trumm.Ich weiß et und mer bruch allt nit zu beddele, de Engelcher han mihts ne fruhe Senn.Se dunn bestemp och jän und löstig fiere vielleicht sin se bei üch he medden dren?

Danke !Danke !  

Zugaben

A huntingA huntingThe dusky night rides down the sky, and ushers in the morn:The hounds all join in glorious cry :|, the huntsman winds his horn. :|

Ref: And a hunting we will go, a hunting we will go. :|

The wife around her husband throws her arms, and begs him stay; "My dear, it rains, it hails, it snows :|; you will not hunt to day.":|

A brushing fox in yonder wood, secure too find we seek;For why, I carried, sound and good :| a cart-load there last week. :|

The uncavern’d fox like lightning flies, his cunning’s all awakeTo gain the race he eager tries :|, his forfeit-life-the stake :|

Away he goes, he flies, the rout, their steeds all spur and switch;Some are thrown in, and some thrown out :|, and some thrown in the ditch. :|

At last his strength to faintness worn, poor Reynard ceases flight; Then hungry, homeward we return :|, to feast away the night. :|

And a drinking we do go …

Zugaben

Greenland fisheryGreenland fisheryT’was in eighteen hundred and fifty-three on June the thirteenth day, that our gallant ship her anchor weightand for Greenland sailed away, brave boys, and for Greenland sailed away.

The lookout on the crosstrees stood, a spyglass in his hand; There's a whale, there's a whale, there’s a whale fish he cries and she blows at every span, brave boys, and she blows at every span.

We stuck that whale and the line payed out, but she made a flunder with her tail,and the boat capsized and four men were drowned and we never caught that whale, brave boys, and we never caught that whale.

“To lose the whale” our captain cries, “it grieves my heart full sore.But to lose four of my gallant men,it grieves me ten times more, brave boys, it grieves me ten times more.”

Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place. It’s a land that’s never green,Where there’s ice and snow and the whale fishes blow,and daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys, and daylight’s seldom seen.

Zugaben

Good newsGood newsRef: Good news, Chariot's comin‘ Good news, Chariot's comin‘ Good news, Chariot's comin‘ And I don't want it to leave me behind There's a long white robe in the heaven I know …And I don't want it to leave me behind There's a pair of wings in the heaven I know …And I don't want it to leave me behind

There's a pair of shoes in the heaven I know …And I don't want to leave it behind

There's a golden harp in the heaven I know …And I don't want to leave it behind

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